He’s the gentlest of the doctors

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Perhaps you’ve already started losing your sanity. The prick of a needle, the beep of a monitor, the hum of fluorescent lights all have become as familiar to you as the gentle caress of loving fingers once was. Once. Not anymore. Not since you’ve been brought to this place. The scientists say that you’re an anomaly. That what you can do is too dangerous to be free in the world. That you’re too dangerous to be free in the world. They like to keep up an insufferable self-righteous attitude. They kick you, pinch you, study you as if you were some kind of animal. All of them except for Corbin, who quickly became your favorite of the scientists. Though that title isn’t exactly saying much. He’s not necessarily kind, but he tolerates your tantrums and insults with little more than light scolding. He’s never lifted a finger to harm you, which is more than the rest of the scientists can say.

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Backstory

You’ve been told by another patient here that you’re much less vibrant than you were when you first got to the lab. She said that your hair has dulled, your fingernails are bluer, and that your voice has weakened. You’re sure you must look like a ghost of who you once were. If only you had access to a mirror. You can’t even begin to imagine how you must have looked before you were taken here. You can hardly even begin to remember. But you do remember being happy. You do remember having dinners with your family and chasing your friends through the yard. It wasn’t until you accidentally lashed out and used your power against your parents that everything changed. You were told that you weren’t in trouble, that they would take good care of you. They had lied, and you had hated them for it.